So as a Writer I think I made a mistake skipping past and not giving more backstory and giving too much Lore/World Building/Power System building. So I'm gonna, every now and then, create these half chapters. These half chapters will be for character building, world building, or filler. They will be canon and important to some extent, mostly.

I'm calling them Half-Chapters and not Mini-Chapters since they will not be mini, their length will change and not always be constant, not like my regular chapters are. Calling them Half-Chapters is better and they are basically just flashbacks (or Side-Stories if I'm feeling up to it), I'm basically writing in the Naruto Style.

For now have fun reading, though I have some more stuff to talk about at the end.

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MC POV (4 Years Old)

It was around the time I first awakened my quirk.

"WOW, you're quirk is so cool!", Tao Hideo, one of the older kids in my orphanage had praised my quirk a lot, he wasn't much older but was a big fan of heroes. 

It's possible he praised my quirk because he considered his own weak, Handy-Man I believe is what is what called, his hand could turn into utensils, I would beg to differ on it's strength and usefulness, but who do I know I was just a kid with to much information, not like I had any experience.

After I originally awakened my quirk many of my 'family' members had gotten close to me, though maybe we were close before and I just never noticed, hard to say.

We had spent a lot of time together playing outside, reading, learning, if it was something you could do together we were all probably doing it then.

It was nice, peaceful...

I can't remember everything from back then, most of it was the same thing, day after day, week after week, though it all changed when we had begun their form of early schooling.

To get a good judge of each child intelligence we took a couple beginner test, told they were "For fun" or "A game that we would be trying out", probably to test if we had any innate talent, probably because intelligence was considered genetic due to quirks, though whether that is true or not is up for debate.

The test were never anything difficult for me, child play even, no pun intended (definitely intended).

The Child Care Workers immediately took note of my intelligence, it was considered far above average, to the point of being called a prodigy instead of just a genius.

Despite my young age they did what they considered to be "the best" and gave me home-schooling lessons, this drove me to constantly reading, not only for their lessons, but because of my curiosity to find out who/what I was.

I may have only been 'conscious' for 2 years but a child's mind and the information surpassing that of the average adult, possibly even elder, would eventually lead to some good and bad outcomes. Who would've guessed...

Though these signs wouldn't have popped up for another couple years.

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MC POV (7 Years Old, almost 8)

It had started around my 8th birthday, maybe a couple months before it, it's all fuzzy.

I had slowly drowned myself in books, maybe by my own volition or maybe because of how I was pushed by the adults.

Around this time I had started noticing how quiet the area around me had gotten.

I spent a lot of time sitting and reading in specific spots, normally there would be others around me. Some of them asked what I was reading, some asked random questions to test me, and some simply just wanted to play.

I was fine with this, it was peaceful and fun, I was content with that.

...That was my first mistake, though I would only learn that a long time after. I should've expressed my emotions more, my happiness, my joy... my feeling of contempt.

After I noticed the quietness I started looking around the orphanage, now the yelling and screams of joy were found else where, "that was fine sometimes a change of scenery was nice."

That was my train of thought, though this feeling in my gut, something... Tearing? Something.. Tingly? I don't know, it wasn't an emotion I was very used to, I had only felt it when I couldn't find out more about me, it also came when I sometimes felt alone.

...That was the second mistake, never understanding the emotions I was supposed to be expressing...

After awhile of this back and forth of me noticing the quietness and finding it just to head back to my room and on occasion being sent back with a "new cool assignment!", it had slowly gotten tiring.

I wanted to be with the others, when I thought of this the feeling only came back. So I did as any good child would, or what I thought a good child would do, I would ignore it and do as I was told.

I was smart, but it seemed only in IQ and not EQ (Emotional quotient, basically IQ but for emotion).

At one point I got to tired of being alone, I had a day "off" of my studies and didn't have anything to look into, though I was enjoying a good story book and wanted to still read it, so a compromise was in order.

I would read my book and hangout with the others, so I did just that and went to where everyone was playing, backyard at the time.

I had found a tree next to everyone and sat under it, I hadn't opened my book yet, just looking at everyone else playing, a light smile on my face as I was finally contempt again. After awhile I opened my book.

I sat and read, though it only lasted for a about 20 minutes, that feeling of contempt was gone, as their yells.

Confused and not having noticed that dreaded feeling comeback I stood up and went to find them. 

So I searched and searched until I found them in the open area kids room, a play room of sorts.

"You all can't play around L/N as he is studying is that understood", one of the male workers at the time had told them, he attempted to explain how my studies were important for some 'test', a test I never took.

One of the children attempted to rebuttal, though it fell on deaf ears, some even agreed with the adult.

"Yeah he's smarter than us, he's got a future as a hero to worry about, can't be focusing on us now can he, just leave him be, probably likes it that way too", this time it was one of the older kids, one I was familiar with Hirayama.

He was one of those who I hung around the most, at this I left, I immediately went back to my room, never noticing the feeling that grew in my stomach, at least not before it was to late.

Entering the bedrooms where I slept I immediately took note of it's emptiness, why.. why was that the first thing I looked for...

The silent yelling was the only thing that I could hear, no one's voice could be heard, only a whimper, that's when I noticed it.

My hand slowly pressed against my face... It was wet.. Why?

'Ah, I'm crying, that's what this is called... right?' my silent question was never answered. The feeling only grew stronger as I stood there.

It was only moments later that my legs gave out, I did my best to my muffle my cries, after all the others figured I wanted to be alone, I couldn't go calling for them now could I?

...Could I?

I wasn't like them I was different, I was treated differently, I felt different,  and sometimes I thought I was different, something else entirely... Who was I really.

I was smarter, I was naturally stronger, I had no parents, not even on record as deceased. As far as anyone was considered I just popped up one day.

I could never be like them, I should've realized this sooner.

...I never got to finish my book that night...

That was The First and Last time I can recall crying.

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